Mo Fei stood in the doorway of the temple hall instead of going in. She looked up at the Buddha that had his eyes closed, and her lips curled in a mocking smile. Who could this so-called Buddha they worshipped protect?
Mo Fei turned around but was stopped by the Venerable One. “Benefactor, please wait.”
Mo Fei turned around and saw the Venerable One walking over.
“Benefactor, repent. The shore of benevolence will always be waiting for your return.” The Venerable One put his palms together and advised.
Mo Fei curled her lips slightly and looked at the Venerable One standing in front of her. “Old monk, the path of the Yellow River[1] is covered with yellow sand for tens of thousands of miles with no shore in sight.” She had been abandoned on this river of death since she was born, and she could have drowned at any moment. What shore awaited her?
“Karma has its causalities. If you let it go, Benefactor, you might find something unexpected.”
“You should tell that to the person who refuses to let me go.” Mo Fei glanced at the woman inside the room again. “Venerable One, you’d better keep an eye on Mrs. Ding. She shouldn’t go down the mountain today.” After saying that, Mo Fei turned around immediately and strode off.
The master frowned as he watched Mo Fei leave. In the end, he shook his head helplessly.
Mrs. Ding was still kneeling in the hall. The prayer beads in her hand broke and scattered all over the floor. The clear sound of the beads was exceptionally clear in the quiet hall.
B City, in the Wen family’s apartment.
Mrs. Wen, who was having dinner, frowned because of the tightness in her chest. Wen Tao quickly stood up to hold her. “Mama, what’s wrong?”
Xiao Yaojing also put down her chopsticks in a hurry. Just as she was about to stand up, Mrs. Wen waved her hand and said, “I’m fine. My chest feels a little tight. You guys eat.”
“Mama, you’ve been feeling rather anxious lately. Shouldn’t we have the doctors look at it in the hospital?” Xiao Yaojing suggested.
Mrs. Wen waved her hand. “It’s just that I’m not used to living upstairs. I’ll get used to it.”
Xiao Yaojing raised her head and looked at PA Wen. PA Wen wanted to persuade her mother, but he knew her temper well.
Xiao Yaojing thought about it and decided to talk to her mother about this when she got home. Her mother always had a way to bring her mother-in-law to the hospital. The two of them would fight whenever they met, but when it came to serious issues, whoever was in the right would win.
Mount Wutai.
A thick layer of snow had already covered the ground. Mo Fei had walked into the forest from the mountain path and strayed from the right path back to the homestay.
The footsteps behind her got closer and closer. With each step she took, she left strings of footsteps under her feet. Meanwhile, the person following behind her left footprints after hers too.
At this moment Gu Juexi was still in the helicopter. Lu Qichuan operated the helicopter while looking at the man who was cleaning his handgun. “You want to open fire?”
“Mo Fei is seeking death,” Gu Juexi said coolly. “She knew that I was still in B City, but she suddenly made such a plan. Why?”
Lu Qichuan raised his eyebrows slightly. “Give herself a reason to commit suicide. This is really unlike her.”
Gu Juexi lowered his head and did not say anything.
“Then, why are you saving her?” Lu Qichuan was curious. Gu Juexi was not Guan Yin Bodhisattva.
Gu Juexi looked up impatiently. “Ye Yuwei cares about her.”
Lu Qichuan was speechless. “…”
This was a man who would and could do anything for Ye Yuwei.
The further Mo Fei walked, the deeper into the mountains they went. The desolate mountain forest was covered in sheer white snow. This was an undeveloped tourist attraction, and there was a sign that warned people to not enter. Mo Fei leaped nimbly into it.
The person behind her followed suit.
The corner of her lips remained curled up. She finally stopped when she reached the deepest part of the forest. The person behind her stopped as well.
The final footstep sounded slightly shallow. There was a soft sound coming from the surface of the snow, and it was exceptionally clear in this silent winter wonderland.
[1] Refers to the land of the dead. It is also known as Yomi in Japanese Shinto mythology.